I burned it down,
I burned it all,
the house the trees the forest and the seas,
my memories flicker and fade as the embers burn to black and grey.
The world I knew smoulders from view as flames engulf and renew.
When there was nothing else to burn I set myself on fire
and from the ashes and the flames these bones will rise and rise again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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When there was nothing else to burn I set myself on fire and from the ashes and the flames these bones will rise and rise again. lovely write. keep writing